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• SHERAAAN-FRENCH-AND-COMPANY 
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Copyright, 1912 
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This is the garden where my roses grow, — 
My home and loved ones, friend and 

neighbors. So, 
With this for soil, the thoughts that 

trembling came, 
Bloomed into messages with faith aflame. 










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AMBITION 3r 

GOD'S PEACE 41 

REFLECTION 42 

THY WILL 44 

MY LITTLE GRANDSON 45 

SILENCE 48 

MARCH AND APRIL 4» 

THE MIRACLE 52 

PRESENT, PAST AND FUTURE ... 53 

A SONG IN THE NIGHT 54 

THE DISCOVERY 56 

THE LARGER VISION 57 

EARTH AND HEAVEN 59 

MY WISH 60 

WISDOM 62 

FAITH 63 

A COUNTRY WEDDING 65 

WHERE ARE YOU :- 67 

UNITY 69 

THE MESSAGE 70 

GOD-ENERGY 76 

THE SONG OF THE WIND .... 78 

GOD'S PRESENCE 81 

PRAISE ........ 82 



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IF THINE EYE BE SINGLE 
A LANDSCAPE . 
THE VIOLET'S STORY 
REALITY . . . . 




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HEAKD a rushing in the night, and 

lo, I stood 
Within the land of flowers 
Transported, by some sprite, below the rocks 

and crags 
To where all light gleamed forth from sparkling 
pendulants 

Of transfixed raindrops formed. 



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And high and low. 
And sweet and slow, 
And nearer still, 
My soul to fill, 
An echo came, 
And came again, 



Till, in the hall, 
Where, brown and tall. 
The walls stood high, 
No beauty nigh 
But the strange shade 
The raindrops made, 



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From heaven flung, 

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There came a gladsome stir of tiny feet that tot- 
tering ran 

Within the land of flowers, 

And dancing merry sound of lightsome youth 
whose tripping steps 

Were timed to suit the babies' weaker, slower 



pace, 

And lend them aid. 



And louder still, 
By their sweet will. 
The echoing tread 
My fancy fed. 
The halls of brown. 
Far, deep, and down. 



Below the sight 
Of sun and light. 
Unknown to men 
Of mortal ken 
Were brown and bare, 
But for the care 



The raindrops sprayed 
Within the shade. 

Then burst into the hall the throng of youths 
and maids. 

Within the land of flowers. 
And with them all they bore the shaded greens 

that spring-tide wears 
When she comes forth in all her splendid reign 
Upon the land. 

And these they weave, About the head. 
The while they breathe The while they tread 
A heavenly song, The lightsome dance, 

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The graceful vine Released at length. 

They deftly twine With 

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And now are all adorned, and ready to go forth, 

Within the land of flowers. 
The youths and maidens all are decked with green, 
The babies, with gay hues. 

Like those of tulip, and of crocus, and of hya- 
cinth. 



Now all await; 
But closed the gate. 
Their life is death. 
They know no breath 
Of earth and air. 
And sky so fair. 



All dark and gloom 
Within the tomb. 
Except the light 
The raindrops bright 
Have given them, 
Like precious gem. 



'T is all they know, 
Locked here below. 
Of love and life 
With beauty rife. 

Now comes a sound of bursting bars; a voice that 

penetrates 

Within the land of flowers. 
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Tlie Life of Spring, the Life of Man, 
The Life of Life." 



And welcome sing 
Unto the sun; 
And gaze upon 
The beauty made 
By shine and shade; 



Who them doth bid arise 
From dark to light. 
Who e'en this night 
With death doth cope 
By sending hope. 



Like to the rain 
That gently came 
To make them grow. 
In ground below. 
And bright with green 
Is nature seen, 
While radiant, sweet. 
At nature's feet, 
From out the ground 
Bright flowers bound. 

And all the earth awakened to God Immanent, 

doth cry 

W^ithin the world of flowers and men, 
"Christ, — consciousness of God within the heart, 

— hath burst the gates of woe 
And ignorance, and death, and given 
To birds, to flowers, to man, the entrance into 

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HK pearl among the rocks and deeps 

Of ocean's coral graves 
Is never seen by him who looks 
But on the troubled waves; 
'T is he who fathoms every depth 

Who wins the precious gem, 
Not he who shuns and spurns aghast 
The work required of him. 

Of edelweiss on Alpine height 

The peasant maidens dream, 
But 't is the bold, brave mountaineer 

Who sees its silvery gleam. 
'T is he who mounts the rugged rocks 

Who gains and holds the prize, 
Not he who always dreaming stands 

While time fast fades and dies! 





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Of beauties strange and truths part known 

Half dreaming men have thought, 
But never can such comprehend 

With what those truths are fraught. 
Who wake/iM to the voice of God 

In all Life's depths profound, 
Finds written everywhere, The Law, 

And Law — Life — God — has found. 




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THE FROST KING'S GIFT 




HE sunset glow had faded 
From sky that late had shone 
With golden sun, resplendent. 
And earth was twilight's throne. 

Beside the window sitting. 
As the Frost King painted swift. 
I called, "Oh paint, thou painter, 
For me a Christmas gift." 

Lulled by the peaceful quiet, 
I slept a dreamless sleep. 
And woke as chimes of Christmas 
Rang out in cadence deep. 

I turned with eager longing, 
To find the Frost King's gift, 
But all was dark; I could not see 
The touch of pencil swift. 







Then quickly through the window, 
Down on the wings of air, 
A flood of moonlight gliding 
Revealed it glistening there. 



The star, the sheep, the shepherds, 
The angel I beheld. 
And One with love illumined 
My loneliness dispelled. 

So thus the light of Heaven 
Upon thy soul must shine. 
E'er Christ, the gift of Christmas, 
Shall be discerned as thine. 





HO waves her wand and fills my room 
With airy sprites that float in gloom ; 
With palaces and castles grand, 

And wondrous works of brain and hand; 
While present, past and future, all 

Pass on or linger, at my call? 
Who changes darkness into light, 

And makes the day evolve from night? 
Who fills this dim, prosaic life 

With radiant pictures, void of strife? 
Who turns the thoughts from woe and pain. 

And showers rainbows through the rain? 
Sweet Fancy, with her wand, I ween. 

Makes barren life an Eden green. 
She waves away the gloomy mist. 

And beauty blooms where she has kissed. 
Sweet Fancy, thine to soothe and cure 

What cruel Fate would make endure. 



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\ God's heart long ago 

Lived a thought; 
And it grew and it grew, 
While the echoing zephyrs blew; 
And the mountains and the sea 
Sang with meadow and with lea; 
And the wild beast in his lair 
Caught the truth from earth and air. 

In God's heart long ago 

Lived a flower; 
And it grew and it grew, 
And it vied with heaven's blue; 
And the flower and the sky 
All the nearer seemed to lie, 
As the flower brought to men 
Knowledges of heavenly ken. 






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In God's heart long ago 

Lived a life; 
And it grew and it grew, 
Till the world its message knew, — 
Proving Love above all strife; 
Proving death, transcendent Life; 
Proving Christ, the God in man. 
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KKP, world, weep. 

Your mourning vigils keep; 
But soon 
Your tears shall pass away 
In smiles before the day, 

And noon, 
In all its radiance bright, 
Shall grant you strength and light, — 
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osE and purple shining over 
All the fields of crimson clover; 
Mellow twilight closing down, 



Yielding unto night its crown 



Stars, bright shining in the sky. 
Glittering where the shadows lie; 

Stillness drifting into all; 

Sleep has come at darkness' call. 

As the night comes stealing on. 
Silence rules and rules alone. 

God, revealed everywhere, 

Frees my heart from all its care. 



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EK Johnny and Georgieweie question- 
ing me 
About the strange coming of St. 
Valentine, 

And if I believed that he had any power, 
And why he had never bestowed on me mine — 
Why no bonny lad had e'er whispered to me 
His protests of love and his stern fealty! 

"Ah me," sighed I sadly, "I fear he forgot. 
When he scattered his gifts, to look in upon me. 
But, darlings, I now am resigned to my lot; 
I never can guess who my hero might be, 
The bonny brave lad who would whisper to me 
His protests of love and his stern fealty." 

'T was early next morning, on Valentine's day, 
That I heard through the dawn, smothered laugh- 
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Of frolicsome children, not far from my door, 
As sweet as the morning, and bright as the sun 
That in through my window now whispered to 

me 
His protests of love and his stern fealty. 

So quickly I hastened to open the door. 

Well knowing their coming meant mischief for 

me. 
"Your Valentines, Auntie!" two voices cried out, 
"You know now, I guess, what hero you see, 
The bonny brave lad whose message will be. 
His protests of love and his stern fealty! " 

Who stood there before me? With dancing blue 

eyes 
Two little old men bowed, with wrinkle and beard. 
And tall hat and spectacles, — prettiest sight, 
I ever could guess, of the "leaves that are 

seared ! " 
Two bonny old lads come to whisper to me 
Their protests of love and their stern fealty. 

"Saint Valentine sent us," they merrily cried, 
"He has cheated you long, and to pay him, you 

see. 
We have made him send two whom you cannot 

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And so he chose us, brother Georgie and me! 
Two bonny old lads, and their message will be 
Their protests of love and their stern fealty ! " 

Oh, dear little hearts, my sweet valentines true. 
Cannot bear that I forfeit a single good time! 
Their dear little faces pressed closely to mine 
Are beautiful gifts from our Saint Valentine. 
Two bonny wee lads, come to whisper to me, 
Their pi'otests of love and their stern fealty. 




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ERE where the echoes drifted down, 
There lay a tinted shell. 
They swiftly sought a home within, 
With its colors rare, to dwell. 

The red light flooded the echoes through, 
The gray inbreathed the sound, 
The blue and green freed melodies 
In the souls of the echoes bound. 

Thus Light and Sound live heart in heart. 

In harmony so sweet 

Their joy forever gleams and sings 

In the sea shell at our feet. 



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THE SUNBEAM AND THE BROOK 




Sunbeam came to a Brook one day. 
Whose face was glad and blithe! 
He quickly thought, "Well suited we 



To dwell as man and wife ! " 

A haughty spirit the Sunbeam 
As he danced along the air. 

He reached the earth from the far-away 
By an easy descending stair. 

Of modest mien the Rivulet, 
As she calmly went her way, 

Singing low to the growing flowers 
That close on her borders lay. 

"O Streamlet dear, with silvery robes," 
The glittering Sunbeam cried, 

"I like your beauty, your trusting face, 
Come float through life by my side! 



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"Now quickly, then, I will call the priest. 
Yon squirrel, with garments gray; 

The world will come to the wedding feast. 
So let us be married to-day ! " 

Then shyly and sweetly the Streamlet glanced 

Into the Sunbeam's face, 
And filling the air with quivering rays, 

She whispered with exquisite grace: 

"O Sunbeam, you in your pride and wealth 

Must a nobler consort find. 
So then farewell; for my humble heart 

To the deep blue sky I bind ! " 

The Sunbeam's haughty pride was crushed; 

He sadly bowed his head; 
And a cloudlet flitting o'er the sun, 

He trembled, paled and fled. 




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EAR Spirit, swift fleeting through light 
and through shadow, 

Long, long I have sought thee, but 
ever in vain ; 
Hail now, and shout ye the glad Jubilate! 

I have found, to release thee, oh, never again. 

Sleep now, sweet Spirit, close, close in my bosom ; 

Wake, wake, and fly upward on powerful wing. 
Hail, thou canst rise not unless I rise with thee; 

Behold, thou must rise, so in triumph I sing! 

All hail ye, all hail ye! Success thou art victim; 
With thee I will rise, for thou canst not 
descend. 
To lose thee, no never, in shadow or darkness! 
Success, thou art captive! Success, thou art 
friend ! 




Long, long I have known the grim spirit of 

Failure 

That crouched at the entrance and watched me 

alway. 

But thou, O Success, thou hast slain him forever; 

And I revel with thee in the kingdom of day. 

He led me through gloom with dense darkness 
around me; 
Despair followed on like a bird of the night. 
Now, Captor, my captive — Success, thou dost 
lift me. 
On magical wings, to the realms of the Light. 




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EE into things, O soul of mine; 

These hold the million secrets of your 
life 

Like cups of flowers filled with honey dew. 
Seek, then, and puzzle; work and strive. 

And so I strove. I delved into the stars; 
The rocks; the waterways; the Roentgen ray; 
The air, with its untutored winds; 
Into the ether peered I, seeking things; 
Until I grew exhausted, finding many gods 
To worship, one for every stone and rill. 

At last there came a day, when, crazed by claims, 
I pushed these all aside for little time, and sat 

alone. 
Then came Illumination's pure White Light 
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My knowledge in abeyance, and my mind once 

still, 
I saw behind the multitudes of things that seem 

to strive, 
Each with its own ambitions, own desires, own 

needs; 
I saw not only into, I saw through these things 
As these had been a glass, once dark, now crystal 

clear. 

I rose refreshed; and after that, 

I saw not millions of contentious particles, 

Contending each for mastery, in mean desire; 

For recognition, tearing at my brain; 

Not f/rstruction and co/istruction. 

And not a mere existence, disintegrate and pur- 
poseless, 

But Construction, and. in constant motion, 

Reconstruction, 

No part lost; all moving, orderly, and seeking, 
each, his friend, 

In particles, (or thought, before the particle's 
revealed ) 

As note seeks note in chords and harmonies and 
overtones. 

I heard most glorious symphonies, in what was 
once, to me, 

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I saw God in His purpose; 

Made personal to myself, His aims; 

I saw His individuality in every violet and pebble 

by the stream; 
His personality in every breath of air I breathed; 
His person, in every di'op of mountain stream 

that reached my lips, 
Or honey cake, baked fresh; and fruit, and grain, 

from field; 
God-Force, personified to me, as I had vision to 

perceive it 
And read its revelation; trusting that, to me, 
Each day more God-Force would unfold itself 
Through my intense desire to know His will. His 

way; 
That, finding, I should comprehend, and then 

incorporate, 
And so make personal, and knoxv 
Of all the vast expanse that had not been to me, 

as yet, revealed. 



With this White Light of clear God comprehen- 
sion filling all the space 

And ether, now I rest, — not peering, blindly, 
into things. 

I study, still; I revel in the growth I daily gain 

From outside world and inside universe; 

But in that flash of White God Light, 

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I saw through things, and saw but God made 
manifest. 

Seek ye God's kingdom first, and all these other 
things shall added be. 

Scientists have claimed that this is transcendental, 

But 't is true. 

We know it not, till, resting all our hopes, de- 
sires, researches, yea, our very lives 

In one God-Life, we find the universe is yielding 
up to us in personal joy, 

Its secrets, and we see, through everything. 

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ILLED was the air terrestrial 

With an ethereal light; 
The golden clouds were lying heaped 
With masses black as night. 

Long shafts were breaking through the ranks 

That strove to hide the gold, 
Aglitter in triumphal march, 

Like conquerors of old. 

The dark browed warriors had failed, 

And when, their work not done, 
They raged and wept, their tears dropped down 

Like amber in the sun. 





ND is he dead! He was to enter into 

port 
On yesternight, and I stood glad to 
welcome him ! 
Now he is swept by cruel fate away from me, 
And I am desolate! 

Ah, but I "m bitter, when I think how I have 

lived 
And prayed and longed, and joyous dreamed of 

his return. 
To know that, at the last, in hands of destiny, 
I am a nofh'/ng; with elusive happiness. 

Like flickering sunbeam, that a baby grasps, to 

lose. 
Escaping from me. Vain, all, all is vain; 
And as the wounded serpent, I sink back to die 
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Dead! dead! and I alive! 
^T is true I move ! 'T is true I walk and sing 

and laugh! 
But like fantastic memories of vanished dreams, 
My life seems, to my every quivering sense, a 

ghost 
Of things that were ! 

And when I laugh! 
Speak not! Hast ever heard the mountaineer's 

last shriek, 
As falling over some great crag he sees the last 
Of life, the first of death, and knows eternity? 
Didst ever hear the cry re-echo yet again? 
Such is my laugh, for he is dead! 



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Hast seen the ice fall through the air when clouds 

have wept 
Upon a wintry day? Such are my futile tears! 
And when I smile, — the blue light of November's 

sun. 
Which darkens that it looks upon, — such is my 

smile ! 

I strain my eyes into the fearsome dark, O God, 
To see thy meaning, be it shown or written there. 
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To pierce the sun itself, if there, perchance, be 

hid 
Why Thou hast taken him from me; for he is 

dead! 

I steal into the nursery where lies my babe, 
Protected from the brilliant sun's too vivid rays 
By rosy curtains of her love-bedowered bed. 
She wakes and laughs and holds her hands for 

me to take; 
I speak with gentle tones though madly aching 

heart ; 
I laugh and coo as babies' foolish mothers will. 
The baby sees and feels and knows that I do 

speak, 
But undeveloped in her sense, does not perceive 
All that I say; yet, satisfied that it is good. 
She nestles closely to my heart in sleep divine. 

I lay her back upon her dainty couch, and kneel, 
And cry, "O God, a little child reveals to me 
The mystery I long and pray to understand. 
The baby knows not all I say, but is content 
That it is good; and when she grows her mind 

will grasp 
What now she fails, in larger sense, to com- 
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See, but in part, Thy meaning; cannot catch the 

sense ; 
But when God-consciousness within the mind 

awakes, 
We then grow one in spirit with the Whole." 
Till then, with wise co-operation, may I trust, 
And in a child-like, simple faith find God's deep 

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ivE me the vision, Lord," I cried. 

And wept and pleaded far into the 
night. 
Straining my eyes to see the truth 

That was denied me evidence through sight. 

At last, bespent and sore, I ceased. 

And murmured, "Lord, I can no longer strain, 
I am so weary I must rest, 

Just rest." And I was still. The vision came. 








NCHOATE part of all that was and is. 

Here, floating with the sky and lea, 

A part of God, One Substance with 

His Whole, 

I am the vision that my dreams have longed to 

see. 

Myself, with mouth through which God-Power 
speaks. 
Myself, made manifest, with God awake; 
As do the flower and sea and earth and sky. 
With an unconscious consciousness, God's 
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THE CHILD AND THE SUN 




IN, Sun, whence do you come? 

You have been hidden all day. 
Now the clouds part at last to let you 
come past, 
All covered with crystal spray. 

Sun, Sun, whence do you come, 

Clad in your red and your gold? 
While the gray earth in spite kept you shrouded 
in night. 

The world has been lonely and cold. 

Sun, Sun, come, oh, do come 

Whisper your secret; tell why 
They locked you up tight with all your bright 
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EHOLD the frankincense and myrrh I 

bring, 
And spices at thy feet to fling, 
And, mocking, garlands for thy marble brow! 
Ambition, thou art mute and helpless now; 
Compelling once, and sneering, — as thou art, 
No longer in my world hast thou a part. 

'T is thou hast spurred me on until my life 
Has grown to be like battle's horrid strife, 
And Present is no more than slave and serf 
Of Future, dreaded ruler of the earth ; 
But thou art slain; thy terrifying frown 
Will never more have power to cast me down. 

Ay, thou hast robbed me of my simple faith 
Till life seems but a fearsome haunting wraith. 
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Within my heart, where peace erstwhile dwelt 

clear. 
But now, Ambition, thou art surely slain, 
And low with thy false visions safely lain. 

Yea, thou art he who taught me how to look 
To mountain's heights, nor for an instant brook 
The sound of streamlets murmuring in the vale. 
Nor sight of flowers ablooming in the dale. 
I gladly see thee now, for thou art slain, 
Bereft of power to give me further pain. 

Thou tookest from me love of present things; 

Of life as life is brought on summer's wings, 

In the unfolding of the flower's bud 

By leaf and leaf to fullest amplitude. 

And now, rejoiced, I stand beside thy bier; 

Thou are the dead, and I the living here. 

But stay! I weaken, fall, nor stand alone! 
My strength, as David's without Absalom! 
Alone, I, all alone.? Oh, I am mad! 
But yet a moment past, and I was glad! 
I cried, "Ambition, I have murdered thee. 
Thou ne'er again canst stir this heart of me! " 

But ah! these vales I thought to see and love 
When stern Ambition's hand I could remove, 
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Ambition, can I live all, all alone? 

I laughed when I had slain, yea, laughed with 

glee; 
Alas, thou art a second part with nie! 

With thee I've dwelt one aim, one heart, one 

mind. 
I cannot go alone! I'm like one blind! 
Thou ledst me into spaces pure and rare 
I could not reach without thy fostering care; 
I cannot tread the airy heights of fame 
Unless Ambition access for me gain! 

What are the lowly things of earth when one 
Has reached the summit touched by snow and 

sun! 
What the horizon of the vale bedight. 
To him who sees the world from mountain's 

height ! 
Ambition, I have slain thee, but my earth 
Is worse than war and chaos in its dearth. 

Ambition, I had dreamed that thou wert slain! 
That I was master on my life's great plane! 
I find thee still akindling in my heart 
Desires that form, of life, a fervent part! 
Thou canst not die! In sounding symphony 
Thy chords ri)ig on through man's infinity! 



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Y soul was sad, 

The southing pines a dirge of sorrow 
wailed ; 
The winds sobbed low among the forest trees; 
The echoes whispered, "Woe! " unto the moss; 
The giant trees their arms in unrest tossed; 
Yea, sadness ruled my soul and all the world. 

My soul is glad today, 
And all the world repeats a roundelay. 
While sky and earth embrace in })eace of heart. 
And flowers and clouds, of life seem hap})y })art. 
The birds sing melodies; the rills sing love; 
God Power in nature throbs, below, above. 
For life is God! And in the world we find 
Whatever of God's reflected through the mind. 
If, in our souls, we let our anger dwell. 
Behold the earth entire sounds a knell. 

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If life is tuned to Goers infinity, 

Our thoughts express seraphic harmon}'. 

We live the songs our souls teach us to sing. 

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HAT is Thy will, O God? 

"That thou shouldst wake at morn 
And know that I, in thee, 



Am born." 

What is Thy will, O God? 

"That thou, at noon, shouldst stay thy mind, 
And, knowing I am in thee born, 

Through thee, for Me, expression find." 

What is Thy will, O God? 

"That thou at night thy mind shouldst rest. 
And let thy soul commune with Me, 

In holy quest." 

What is Thy will, O God? 

"That thou, with Me, 
With body, mind and soul in perfect unity, 

One Spirit be." 

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MY LITTLE GRANDSON 




N a vine clad dainty cottage where the 

honeysuckles grow, 
There lives a little fellow that I inti- 
mately know, 
With dimpled pretty fingers and with plump and 

tiny feet, 
And broad white brow and large blue eyes, and 
mouth divinely sweet. 

But oh, this little fellow is so very full of fun. 
It puts me in the fidgets when I see him start 

and run! 
I know full well what's coming; for his pleasure 

seems to be 
To make me chase him here and yon, with joy 

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And when with clean white apron and with curls 

like shimmering gold, 
I see him calmly walking to the garden large and 

old, 
And catch the darling baby in the midst of black 

mud pies, 
I do confess vexation's tears fall swiftly from my 

eyes. 

Then when, in irritation, I run quickly to the child. 
If you could see the look he gives, so innocent 

and mild. 
And hear him to me calling. "Danma, Danma, 

so oo's tum 
To eat Dat Horner's Trismas pie all up wivout 

the pum ! " 

If you could see my anger melt as 'neath the sun, 
the snow. 

If you could see my fretfulness to flowers of 
laughter grow; 

If you could see me take the child, and kiss him 
mud and all, 

I think you would n't be surprised were firma- 
ments to fall! 



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My little boy, my baby, with the heart so fond 

and true, 
With rosy lips that whisper, "Danma, Danma, I 

loves oo! " 
May holy thought transmuted be to manly holy 

deed, 
And Life unfold majestic, filling every life-full 

need. 




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SILENCE 




HOLD that silence is the long, dim, 

holy path. 
Whence, led from thoughts and blows 

and stings of earth, 
Our souls, with purpose, stand to be at one with 

God. 
And then we turn, and, rested, find our lives 

anew. 
With open })age whereon to write what we have 

learned. 
For silence burns the ignorance of yesterday 
In white heat of God Comprehension, and there 

comes 
From out the ashes of our purifying test, 
Some monumental evidence of faith and trust. 




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AUCH and April were walking fleet 
Through wind and snow in the stormy 
street, 

She in robes of dawning green, 

He in furs, with air supreme. 

March gave April a merry smile, 
Gazing entranced on her the while. 
"April, your fate's by far the best, 
All hail your coming with a jest. 

"Would Fool's Day came in March, and my, 
How I would make the jesting fly." 
"Ah well. King March, though 'tis my right, 
I think I am too gentle, quite. 

"Take you my place, and I, for one, 

Will glad retire and see the fun." 

"Well said! " King March then quickly cried, 

"We will pretend that I have died, 

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"And man will shout with bugle blow, 
'Le vol est inort,'' as out I go. 
Two weeks too soon soft breezes bring, 
O fair sweet harbinger of spring; 

"Then April first I '11 bluster down, 
And freeze and blow and rain and frown. 
A merry April fool 't will be, 
When weather mild men think to see, 

"To find the earth all white with snow, 
Where hyacinths are wont to blow. 
And find that April has a king, 
Purveyor of the jests of spring." 

Queen April gaily watched the scene, 
While thinking, "March, you're too serene; 
You love a jest so well, I see 
You 're going to play a joke on me. 

"On April first you '11 not appear, 
And then my kingdom, I much fear. 
Will be bereft, and altogether, 
Of every sort and kind of weather. 

"My rule I will protect with care; 
You shall not fool me, March, beware! " 
On April first the queen stole in 
Her rights to guard and way to win. 



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And found King March about to ply 
The very jest she thought he 'd try. 
"I 've fooled the world too long, O king, 
To be befooled by such a thing ! " 

They met together in the sky, 

Each struggling for the mastery. 

The snow fell here, the sun shone there, 

The clouds grew black, the day grew fair. 

Until March humbly vowed defeat, 
And bowed before Queen April sweet; 
Acknowledged he was April's tool, 
And very much proud April's fool. 

"Now let 's surprise the world once more, 
Dear April, since your word is law. 
Pray wed, and let us comrades be. 
And mix our weathers constantly." 

The pact was made, and side by side 
The King and Queen contented glide; 
So people say in changing weather, 
April and March are wed together. 



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THE MIRACLE 




}iE depths are stirred and in 
the dark I see 

Roots putting forth their 

tests of immortality ; 
Leaves putting out their 

tendrils to the sun; 
The blossom fruited; 

and life's miracle is shown 
As the unfolding law through which 

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PRESENT, PAST AND FUTURE 




HE Present, Past and Future 
Were wandering down the dale. 
The Past was in the distance. 
The Future, in a veil. 

The radiant Present lingered, 
Beautiful and dear; 
Though Past was bidding welcome. 
The Future's call came clear. 

But e'er the veiled one claimed her. 
Impelled against her will. 
She joined the Past, insistent, 
Shy glancing backward still. 

She left a flower in passing 

Of Hope, a virgin birth, 

That grew, with Future's nurture, 

To glorify the earth. 



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I LENT and deep in the heart of the 

night 
Slumbered my darling with smile on 
her lips. 
The darkness was black as the midnight drew 

near; 
The flowers and the grass seemed to quiver with 
fear. 

Sudden she roused with a quick little cry. 
Piercing the gloom with her startled bright eyes; 
And just as she wakened a bird in its nest 
Chirped sleepily out in a moment's unrest. 

"O muver, dee muver," my little one said, 
"I never did hear a bird sing in the night! 
Do you 'spose it's afraid in the dark all alone, 
Do you think it is lost and can't find its way 
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The mother bird lulling her baby to sleep; 
Then breathed into earth came the stillness of 

peace. 
As love, from all terror, gave speedy release. 

"A bird and its mother, like you and like me," 
I whispered, while holding her close to my 

breast ; 
"So God cheers us all by his songs in the night 
When his children awake filled with doubt and 

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Whatever, within, we teach our 
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And love to God, in human charity, 
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spoiled by signs along the road, 
With colors crude and tales of ill 
that vitiate the mind! 
Stop desecrations upon beauty if the law must 
enter in! 
Can't cures for human ailments different adver- 
tisement find? 



I glimpsed the white wing of a bird that flashed 
like silver in the air; 
The violet purples of the marshes burning into 
brown ; 
The flame that pulsed from out the sky and met 
the shimmering glimmering green, 
White specked with snow, like angels' benisons, 
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And far beyond, I saw pearl colored clouds piled 
high on either side 
A path of light, like curtains drawn; and 
then, my souVs eyes saw! 
Through illumination of the mind, the year's 
experience had brought. 
My ideals' desecration had indeed cunie under 
law! 

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To send its gleams upon the freshly 
fallen snow; 
Across the heavens the winding path of white 
Is luminous with pulsing opalescent glow. 



The starbeams send a lesson to my soul; 

The radiance of the unsullied snow the thought 
reveals, — 
That man, through purity, makes manifest God 
Light, 
As every particle of self to holy essence yields. 




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When I was young-, I madly should 
have prayed, 
"God give me fame: to stars and worlds and seas 
Extol my worth in wondrous harmonies." 

If I had asked in this, so blind a mood, 
My cry for fame would oft have been renewed, 
Until my soul itself, no soul would be. 
But just an echo of my monody. 

Instead, I asked, and this was all my plea, — 
"God, grant as gift whatever Thy will may be; 
And if it be a simple, loving heart, 
As God's own boon it will reward impart." 



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It may not be of fame, — the world's great call, — 
Nor ownership of land and castle hall, — 
But love, — that, one with every human soul. 
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That he may wear upon his sleeve 
His knowledge, for true wisdom lives 
Within the heart and thence expands and grows, 
Unclosing to mankind like Venus flower. 
Yet shrinking from the touch of rude rough hands 
The while it wins the soul to the Ideal 
And fills the place that God has left awaiting it 
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LITTLE bird had left its parent nest 
And wandered in the sparkling 
sunlit air, 
And breathed the beauty of the world and sky, 
Ecstatic that all earth could be so fair. 

But even as it viewed the quiet scene 

And revelled in the peace that there it found, 

The monarch of the winds beheld its joy 

And called his warriors with a trumpet sound i 

"Behold yon bird," he cried, "its course is smooth; 

It dreams that this is life before it spread. 
Now hasten you upon its track and throw 

The weapons of your power on its head." 

All suddenly the sky is wild and black. 

The earth is sad and mourns with piteous wail, 



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And dreaded foes approach the happy bird, 
Now bufFetted and shaken by the gale. 

At last the wind clouds, full of magic power, 
Have compassed it about with mighty arms 

And crushed the little bird that longed to live, 
But that it might make others feel life's charms. 

So come we from the heart of God, to life. 
And full of love of all we see and hear. 

We know not that our foes await to turn 
Our happiness to fright, courage to fear. 

Great One ! as from the centre of Thy love 
We grow to meet the universe's demand. 

Still hold us in Thee, with Thy balance power. 
That in our God-integrity, we stand. 



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ILLIE was merry and Agnes gay 
All the day; 

Merrily flitted the time away 

All the day; 
Morning was bright with prisms of dew, 
Clouds of the dawn merged into the blue 

All the day; 
Till the noontide hour was drawinp; niffh. 
And the sun seemed still in the blazing sky, 
And gazed on the field with saucy stare. 
Watching the romance enacting there. 
Westward at last he royally came, — 
The sun that had filled the world with flame 

All the day. 
Shades of the evening from gold and red 
Faded to gray in the ocean bed; 
Evening looked on with coquettish smile 
At the scene in the field by the country stile; 



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Looked with benisons kind and meet 
On the handsome lad with his lassie sweet. 
The moon peeped out with the clouds of eve, 
A bridal veil from its beams to weave. 

All the day 
Watching the coui-tship behind the sun, 
She 'd laughed and chuckled and revelled in fun. 
So they were betrothed and they were wed, 
And the moon drew the veil o'er the young 

bride's head; 
And the minister sealed the vow the while, 
In the wide green field by the country stile. 




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WHERE ARE YOU? 




HERE, where are you, O soul of mine? 

Encased in flesh and bone. 
Enclosed in walls, enmeshed in skin, 
A piteous monochrome?" 

"Not I! I roam the earth at will; 

I enter into air; 
I live within my friend's sad heart, 

And leave sweet message there; 

"I live within the little child 
Through gentle lesson taught; 

I live in song that I have sung; 
In duties I have wrought; 

"I live injustice I have gained 

Through grasp of legal lore; 
I live in help that I have won 

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"The more I live in others' lives, 
The more expands my own; 

Enmeshed in all humanity, 
And not in skin and bone. 

"The more enmeshed in these I be. 
The more of God I know ; 

My individuality 

Does thus expand and grow, 

"Until, one day, though still 't is /, 
More live than as of yore, 

I simply drop my flesh and bone 
And grow on as before. 

"Still live I in my dear one's heart; 

Still fill the world with song; 
Still stand for justice and for right ; 

Still send the truth along. 

"And those who dwell in purity 
And scan ethereal space 

Can talk and walk and be with me 
And look into my face ! " 







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virulent attack by a member of one body of thinkers 
upon the tenets of another faith. 




Where'er you 



WING you with Truth! 

find it, yield! 
In Jesuit court or in Masonic field; 
In Calvin's creed, by Blood, salvation bought. 
Or Christian Science, with All Spirit fraught; 
In Mental Science, that cognizes all. 
As body, mind, 171 Spirit, both, make call. 
Swing you with Truth! In each, one voice rings 

clear. 
Past earth's uncomprehending, — GOD IS HERE! 
All have their place in the unfolding plan 
Where man's chief study is to perfect man. 




(The following poem is founded on the legend that 
Mahadev, the third of the triad god worshipped by the 
Hindoos, by doing penance gained sufficient merit to cause 
the river Ganges, or Gunga, to descend from the Milky 
Way, where it had hitherto flowed, to earth. There, 
according to heathen belief, it affords salvation to all who 
touch its waters.) 




Alt back in dim recesses of the ages 

that have passed, 
J Ay, scores of years whose great events 
in halls of time are massed, 
Before the race of Aryans came down from Iran's 

plain 
To Ind, with all its gold and pearls from land 
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bosom flung, 
Its waves gleamed clear against the sky, as swift 

it coursed its way, 
Until before the throne of Brahme its silvery 

waters lay. 

The self-existing deity and triple god, great 

Brahme, 
Beheld the sacred Ganges as it flowed in heavenly 

calm, 
And while it laved the mighty throne where dwelt 

the deity 
He spoke to Mahadev, the third of that great 

trinity. 

"Great Mahadev, thou knowest well a race will 

soon be born, 
Whose hearts with pride and passion will be 

turbulent and torn! 
But in the waves of Ganges all salvation may be 

found 
For woes and sinfulness of earth within the race 

fast bound." 

"O, Brahme!" then answered Mahadev, "there's 

truth in all you say! 
For great the power of Gunga, and as perfect as 

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But Brahme, my other self, while Gunga sweeps 

the heavens bright, 
Our faithful Brahmins cannot touch its waves 

with hope bedight! 

"Behold, I sacrifice myself! In penance do I 

stand 
A thousand years upon one foot, and thus, 

through merit grand. 
The sacred Gunga, wandering now amid the 

starry host. 
Descends to earth, and rushing sweeps e'en down 

to India's coast! " 

Great Mahadev in penance thus a thousand years 

had stood. 
While eons passed and came and passed in time's 

full amplitude. 
Still by the triad god's great throne the waters 

fair did gleam. 
Until, the penance done, to earth descended that 

great stream, 

Fast sweeping down from Brahme's white throne 

in dashing brilliant spray, 
Like pearls and rubies glittering in blazing glare 

of day, 
Like flowers — the chandi sweet, that blooms 

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Like lotus, — blue and crimson flower that Buddha 
loves to wear; 

Like jasmine sweet, and ixora, of crimson, 

Vishnu's own; 
And kuswur, — all of golden hue, in India's 

bosom sown; 
So dashed the spray with colors bright, like birds 

with plumage red, 
And bronze and emerald merops on the jewelled 

insect fed! 

Still fast and falling faster came the sparkling 

perfumed spray. 
Almost diffusing into mist while rushing on its 

way. 
Till Mahadev, the mighty god, cried, "Gunga, 

hold thy wave! 
Again I sacrifice myself thy sacred power to 

save ! " 

Then Mahadev above his brow did plait his 

mighty locks 
And bowed himself submissively on Himalaya's 

rocks 
That o'er the person of the god the sacred stream 

might flow, 
And surging, roaring, rush along from wall of 

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Still flowing on to plains beneath where wheat 

and grain are found 
And where the peepuls toss their heads and 

tamarinds abound 
And down into the valley where the palms and 

orchids grow 
And creeping epomoea its lilac blossoms show, 

On, on the mighty river brought by Mahadev to 

Ind, 
Or flowing fast or slowly, still doth adoration 

find; 
And on through plain and jungle till it reaches 

Bengal's bay, 
Sweeps still the mighty river born in heaven's 

Milky Way! 

Know we not another story like to this of sacred 

stream, — 
Force transmuted into power that through things 

created gleam. 
While All in One, and One in All, His strength 

and glory show 
In plans for man's unfolding and begun long 

crores ago; 

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Until from ice-bound region to the land of tropic 

sky 
God Immanent, transcendent, speaks in every 

land and clime, 
Infilling His great universe and making all 

divine. 

In islands of the ocean and in lands of dusky 

face, 
Amid the habitations of every tribe and race. 
Are thinking souls of women, men, who dedicate 

their lives. 
That they may show forth Christ in man, whom 

all may recognize. 

So day by day God-thought grows clear, while 

thrills the glorious song, 
"Oh, cast away, all nations, idols, rites and 

heathen gong; 
God-Power brings true unfoldment to all lands 

where sun doth shine. 
The sacred Ganges will not save; that power, 

Christ-Life, is Thine!" 









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p:vek still are the waves of the sea, 
Rising and falling fitfully, 
Lashing the rocks and pounding the 
sand, 
Ever swaying in God's own hand; 
Never still their whole lives through, — 
Rising, to fall in the rain and the dew. 

Never still are the clouds of the sky. 
Ever and ever moving by. 
Lingering on mountain''s summit hoar, 
Rising from earth midst ocean's roar; 
Never still their whole lives through, — 
Falling to rise in the rain and the dew. 






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Never still is the life of man, 

Always moving and filling the span 

From God to God: it pulsates still 

At one with the flow of Omniscient Will; 

Never still eternity through, — 

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(The wind has been known to express four distinct tones 
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The wind howled through the rain, 
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As it" in mortal pain. 

I listened, for I knew that one 

So sad and yet so strong, 
Must speak the history of its heart 

In billowy waves of song. 

Ebbing and pulsing like the sea 

Its message floated by; 
Then cadences of shrieks and screams 

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So grieved and soft, I fain must weep 

To hear it rove the world, 
Then laugh and dance as swiftly through 

The air its rhythms swirled. 

"Ha! in my home none question me! " 

It shouted fierce with pain, 
"All shudder and turn pale away 

When I dash down the rain. 

"Fear not, my little raindrops fair. 

Come frolic, play with me; 
We'll whirl about the housetops high 

And o'er the surging sea; 

"We'll toss the treetops in the air 
Like leaves flung far and wide; 

We '11 plough the ocean into troughs 
And in their depths we '11 hide! " 

It groaned like one with deadly hurt. 
And then its tones sank low; 

I strained my ears to listen 
As it whispered forth its woe. 

"I owned the orchestra of Life, 

With every tone complete; 
Nor earth, nor mountain, lake nor sky 

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"Though I could rouse the mountains high 

And stir the oceans deep, 
I loved the best of all my song 

That lulled the world to sleep. 

"The babies ceased their fretful moan 

When from the western sky 
With golden glow of sunlight gleam 

There came my lullaby. 

"One day a giant, heartless, cold, 

Swept down from upper air; 
He stole four tones from out my soul, 

And left me in despair. 

"I mourned for my orchestral power 
When force of storm and calm 

Moved strong in varied symphony. 
Or in some intoned psalm, — 

^'But most my heart is desolate 

For the tender lullaby 
I ne'er can sing the babies now 

When the wind sinks in the sky." 

The story ceased with sobbing wail; 

The voice died quite away, 
A stream of light shot from the east, — 

After the storm, the day. 



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God's presence falls like soothing 
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And out of the tempests of doubts and fears 
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HANKSGIVING COmeS, 

And happy homes 

Are full of harmony; 
While sorrow's tear 
Doth disappear 
In sweet felicity. 

Thanksgiving goes, 
And wintry snows 

Enshroud the world in white. 
Need we not praise 
On other days 

For health, and love, and light? 

Ah ! what if praise. 
Through other days, 

Were shut from out the earth! 
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of light."— St. Like 11: 34. 



N faith I lay me down at night; 
In faith I wake to morning light; 
In faith I labor through the day; 
Tlirough light and dark pursue my way. 

In faith I lift my voice in praise; 
In faith the loads of life I raise; 
In faith I walk the path of joy; 
In faith I meet death, Life's envoy. 

And when in light of faith I live; 
And when in faith my love I give, 
My faith shall shine as lamp of God 
To show the path where I have trod. 




My faith shall shine; my life shall shine 
As flesh, through faith, is made divine; 
And when with single eye I see. 
My body full of light shall be. 

If eye be single unto Truth, 
Naught can I see to bring me ruth; 
If eye be single unto Light, 
No dark can come to bring me fright; 

If eye be single unto Way, 

No other path can lead astray; 

If eye be single unto Life, 

No death is there to cause me strife. 



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Will send its message to the heart. 
Until the I entire shall see. 
And mysteries revealed shall be. 

And when the I in faith doth shine 
And know itself as all divine. 
Then I will soon forgotten be, 
And Thou art all the I shall see. 






So if the eye thus single see. 
Full, full of Light shall body be. 



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iGHT as the air, delicate, fair. 
Tinting the landscape with coloring 
rare, 
Fall maple flowers, by ones and in showers. 

The sky, azure blue, perfect in hue. 

Filling the earth with a radiance new. 

Bears on its breast clouds, that float and that rest. 

Mosses that fling, budding with Spring, 
Exc|uisite shades of the green that they bring. 
Silently grow, how no one doth know. 

Down at their feet, swiftly and fleet. 
Burbles the streamlet whose echoes repeat 
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Than the gentle expression of love's mystic lore, 

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VIOLET voiced its hymn of life, 

And this is the song it sang; 
The melody reached the arching 
And into the clouds it rang: 

"I lived once in a mansion domed 

With every shade of blue, 
From tone that kisses seashelPs heart 

To deep cerulean hue. 

"A small gray flower, plain, was I, 

And it was such delight 
To watch the colors ebb and flow 

From out the one White Light. 

"It made my heart grow glad and free 
To watch these day by day. 

And shades of sorrow vanished soon, 
By beauty won away. 



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'One night a fairy came to me, 

As I in dew-bath dreamed, 
And framed in opalescent light 

Her mystic beauty gleamed. 

" ' What will you choose of all the gifts 

The world can offer you? 
Whatever is rooted in your mind 

Is yours, if you wish true.'' 

" The sparkle of earth's rarest gems 

Was visioned in my thought; 
Have I possession in my power 

That is not to be bought? 

"A little flower I, how strange 

The fay to me should come, 
While many another longs for much 

And I desire have none! 

"I lay in dew-bath, wondering 

If splendor, power or grace 
Should be the gifts that I would choose, 

Or to be fair of face. 

"Like angel's answer through the mist 
Still flashed the radiant light. 

By clouded moonbeams caught and kissed 
In silence of the night. 



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'O fairy,' I said ha})pily, 
As the rays baptized my heart, 
" 'Such joy as color gives to me, 
I pray may I impart.' 

"I fell asleep in blessed trust. 
That what is right will be; 

Glad that the beauty of the world 
Found counterpart in me. 

"I woke just as a poet passed 
In pensive search for song; 

He saw me nestling in the grass 
And in my face gazed long; 

"Then looked into the sunlit sky. 
The ceil of my sweet home; 

'Dear God, how we reflect,' he said, 
' The wondrous parts of One. 

" 'In broken prisms of Thy love 
Thy radiance clear doth shine. 

In each, by different manifest. 
We prove we are divine. 

" 'This little flower must have thought 

Upon the azurine blue. 
Until her soul reflects Thy love 

In amaranthine hue.' " 






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APR 27 1912 



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